Stay Gucci, Casanova (Ryden AU ✔️)

17: Engagements and Watching The Sky

"Wanna get engaged?"

Ryan sleepily blinks, slightly opening his eyes and looking at his wide awake boyfriend next to him. "What?"

Brendon lays on his side in their bed, propping himself up with his elbow. "Wanna get engaged?" He repeats, his eyes never leaving Ryan's.

The tired boy gives him a confused look. "I don't get it," he says. "What's the joke?"

Brendon rolls his eyes. "It's not a joke, you stain," he comments. "It's a genuine question. Wanna get engaged?"

Ryan turns to the alarm clock on his bedside table, turning back to Brendon. "B, it's three in the fucking morning," he snaps. "Do you really expect me to want to do anything at this hour?"

Brendon thinks for a moment. "That's a valid point."

"I know." Ryan huffs, turning on his side with his back facing Brendon. "Now let me sleep, you buffoon."

~~

"Wanna get engaged?"

Ryan sighs. "Well, at least you chose a decent time to ask this time."

"Really?" Brendon asks. "In the middle of a shower is a decent time?"

"It's more decent than three in the morning."

Brendon nods. "Touche." He grabs a bottle of shampoo, turning it upside down over the palm of his hand. "By the way, we need more shampoo. I hate our upside down method."

"It's not our method, it's yours." Ryan corrects, crossing his arms. "You've tainted my responsibleness and now we have to resort to shampoo methods because someone spent fifty dollars on a huge chocolate bar two days ago."

"I was drunk!" Brendon protests. "You can't hold me accountable for what I do when I'm drunk."

"Well, I can't yell at a margarita."

"Well you can, but it gets you kicked out of Costco with a fine and a free hot dog sample shoved up your ass. I speak from experience."

Ryan gives him a half shocked, half confused look. "Wha-I'm not even gonna ask."

Brendon smiles, fondly shaking his head. "Anyways, you've yet to answer my question."

"I haven't really thought about it, so I can't answer it," Ryan admits. "Brendon, I never even thought I'd ever live with a boyfriend, let alone have one."

Brendon nods, his smile vanishing. "So, what are you saying?"

Ryan unfolds his arms, grabbing Brendon's biceps and looking him in the eye. "I'm saying I love you, and I wanna spend a lot of time with you, but I haven't thought about getting engaged yet. I don't think we should get engaged unless we're absolutely positive."

"I'm absolutely positive," Brendon says, not even skipping a beat. "Why aren't you?"

"Did you not hear me? Getting engaged is a really big deal, and I need time to think about it," Ryan explains. "Where did you even get such an idea?"

Brendon shrugs, noticing the water (which they forgot was even on) has gotten cold. He fixes that before turning back to Ryan. "I don't know," he admits. "I was just thinking last night, and I thought we could get engaged so when I go to New York we don't have to worry about anything."

Ryan blinks. "I don't even know what to think about that."

"So it's a no?"

"It's a definite no."

"Alright, okay. Whatever floats your boat, Casanova."

~~

"Dude, who are you? Ross Gellar?" Dallon asks, making Brendon groan and fall back on his couch. "Did you really think getting engaged will solve your anxieties about leaving?"